I had no place to live, my family was poor.This forced me to quit high school and join the Marine Corps.I made it through boot camp, I gave them no lip. I was sent for more training on a Navy helicopter ship.Just seventeen, and not yet to be laid.My first liberty port was San Juan, ten dollars I paid.Now that I am eighteen my records will show, it's off to Vietnam, it's my turn to go.I was in country with my brother, I heard a dying marine crying out for his mother.A defective m16, no food in my pack. A black man getting killed just because he was black.No toothpaste, no soap, apology enclosed to Bob Hope.If your not dead your dying, laughter was a substitute for crying.Iv'e lost time, Iv'e lost friends, I have one purple heart, all my problems were behind me or did they just start?Back home I was a killer, on base I was unfit, we were winning while I was over there, we weren't the ones who quit.This is a true story, I had a good look, I put you along side me while you are reading this book!
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